As I was helping my three year-old in the bathroom today, she said, "Be careful wiping my butt ... because my butt is special."
Later, we were talking about an old doll of mine, named Twinkie.
"I got Twinkie when I was a little girl," I told her.
"Was I the Mommy then?" Foofie asked.
"Was I a kid?" she questioned.
"Where was I?"
"Nowhere yet," I responded. (only in the mind of God, I thought)
"I was somewhere," she insisted.
"Well, where do you suppose you were?" I questioned.
"In church or in heaven."